Amanuensis

A plain scribe am I!
From inside a sort of command
bids me write.
Overblown dreams I dream,
like galleon sails,
like clouds, caravels in the azure,
caravans of infinite riches.
Like a Persian dervish
dancing on swords,
on the perilous swords dancing
the unbridled dance
until I collapse,
dizzy with whirling.
My vision is not opaque with blurring,
my eyes are clear as dew,
like tears shed by icy lagoons.
A plain scribe am I!
From inside a sort of command
bids me write.
Stunned, I harken
to zodiac sounds
to solve the eternal enigmas
and inscribe in blood
the dark secrets
of the universe.